A/N: LONG. WAIT. IS. FINALLY. OVER. Here is the chapter I give to you. PLEASE, enjoy.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Friday the 13th . I only own my character Jane and any other characters I randomly throw together. Thank you.
As Jason advanced on the man, Jane felt a surge of delight rush through her veins, her eyes practically shimmering. As the scene continued to unfold, she could not seem to break her gaze from what she was witnessing. The way Jason moved, the skill and the... force. Something else in her stirred, but she shoved it away for the remainder of time that she had to take notes of this serial killer's actions. The silent killer. The hockey masked, insane Jason Voorhees. He was beautiful. A wonder. She wanted more of this. JJ wanted to get to know him more, she'd find a way. He was the first one to acknowledge her in months. Someone actually listened to her and answered her, although silent, but sincerely. Jason was one of those special kind of beings. There were all kinds of rumors, where a majority claimed there was no humanity left; a killer to the core.
Jane wondered if she could bring that out. If there be any sign of humanity, she was going to bring more of it out. Why had he not mercilessly killed her? Was his mercy of letting her live a small piece of that missing humanity? It was a very strong possibility. On top of that, he did say she could watch and that was exactly what she was going to keep doing. JJ was unsure of how many of these idiots were around, but she was going to relish in every one of their deaths. There was that magical slice.
Thud.
The man's head was currently rolling across the cabin floor. A flood of blood splashing across the window Jane had been peering in through. The guy's headless body in a slump under the window. Staring through the blood stained window at the serial killer, JJ smiled happily at Jason. Those look of his staring her down quizzically. At this point, hands being tied still, she was starting to like sticking around here. It made sense. No matter how fucked her life had been, she had come here and she felt at home for the first time in so very long. Jason was going to be a tough cookie to bite into to find ways to get to know him, but Jane was up for anything. What did she have to lose? She was a fugitive in hiding, for how long that was going to last, she would find strength in other things.
For now, she wasn't going to question anything that happened next, she was going to live; survive. Whatever it took, she was going to survive. She'd make sure of it somehow. Maybe she'd even make a friend in the midst of it all. Who the fuck knows!
Hearing those heavy footsteps inch closer to the door, Jane watched as it opened to reveal the killer himself. Jane offered that friendly smile of hers, since she was definitely insane now. Before she could open her mouth to say something, whether she had something to say who knows, Jason steered her around and started to force her to walk behind the cabin, his eyes like stone. JJ knew better than to go against his wishes so she kept taking one big step after the other in direction he shoved her. Being roughly handled wasn't exactly something new to Jane, being locked up and being shoved so hard that you lose balance and fall flat on your face, yeah, that wasn't new to her at all. She'd learned to just go with it and this was the easiest way to gain some form of trust from the serial killer. Do what he wanted and try your best to stay alive.
Her wrists were still wrapped tight with the ropes Jason had put on her; it seemed like so long ago when she was briefly free. Now, she longed for that feeling again, and she was hoping to get that wish granted from Jason. Hey, a girl could dream, right?
Her breathing was turning a bit heavy all the while she watched the massive man next to her, one hand still clasped tightly on the rope that kept her hands from roaming free. Jane would have to have been stupid to say that Jason wasn't scary because he very much was, but her mind was going so fast and she was getting pulled into the deep end with this killer. Everything about him made her curious. Now her thoughts were getting tied up very much like her own hands were. Why had Jason moved her in this direction? Was he planning something? There had to be more of those unsuspecting victims around this side of the campsite. That was when it smacked JJ right in the face, he was searching for the next victim, wondering just how to deal with the next moment. The redhead understood it now. He was watching and waiting. He'd made a big mess in the cabin they were waiting behind, but that could be dealt with later.
Peering around the cabin, Jane caught sight of a short, long haired girl who was approaching another cabin. She couldn't really make out the woman's face, whether that be because of her mental stability or the darkness, JJ didn't quite know. She took one step forward, but was all too quickly stopped for doing so by Jason's harsh grip on her shoulder. Flinching a little from the sharp pain that had been shot through the pinch, she turned and looked at him with a quirk of her brow. His gaze was stern so she quickly got over her rush of impatience. If Jason made his point then she would oblige to keep the peace between them. They had come to a slight understanding and she was not about to ruin any of that with her own stupid actions. Maybe she didn't even need her medication anymore? Perhaps, Jason could always be there to reel her in and keep her in line. But then again, why would he even want her around? He hadn't really made it clear if he wanted her to be around or not. Lost in her thoughts she bit her lip hard and tried to hold back from doing something outrageous.
It truly would be a shame if the only place she felt at home would, in fact, be ripped from her and cause more damage to her than first glance.
Shaking her head, Jane took a few more steps back, barely looking up at her captor. Why had he taken her in the first place? Why not slash her throat or stab her heart and get it over with? Why keep her around and let her get carried away with thinking she'd be able to live here with Jason? She wanted to believe that she had a new friend and home. Was that too much to ask? For someone in her rank, possibly, although she chose to keep holding on to that small sliver of faith. It made her feel safe. Despite what she'd seen over these past several hours, she wanted to stay. She wanted a friend, no matter how hard she had to work for that. She would pull through and prove her worth to Jason. Look at her now. Trying to keep the interest of a serial killer. Her mother had been right after all, now hadn't she?
Jane was knocked out of her thoughts by Jason who was nudging her towards the side of the cabin. Her eyes and ears picked up on so much. That woman from earlier had disappeared and by the looks of things, they were going to the woods for a little visit. She was learning quick. Jason was an amazing tracker and who would have ever doubted that? Just look at him and all those skills he had. Letting out a small huff, as she crunched the earth under her very feet, following the directions that Jason was steering her in. He still didn't trust her yet? Why couldn't she get these damn ropes off her wrists already? Tilting her head to one side as they came to a sudden stop, she silently turned and glanced up at Jason. Wondering what was circling around in his mind. Something she'd probably never get an inside scoop about. Before she knew what was happening, she was being shoved behind some trees and Jason was gone from her sight. He certainly wasted no time there.
Great, now her arm was itching like crazy. Making a quick motion in what little effort she could spare, Jane began to hop around a bit, trying and failing to scratch the middle of her arm where it was irritating her. She was wiggling about and attempted to stretch some and scratch away. However, as soon as she came close to doing that very thing, she hit the ground with a airy breath exiting her mouth whilst laying there with her hands out in front of her. Honestly, she looked like an idiot and she prayed no one appeared to see her like this. How embarrassing! Shaking her head, she shuffled her feet, bringing herself up against one of the trees. The trees! She had been a total fool. This whole time she could have scratched her arm against one of the damn trees. Sometimes, she questioned if she really did have any sense. Moving closer to the tree trunk of the nearest tree, she scooted in the earth and finally received her relief of her itching arm. JJ was very content now and knew just what she could do for another annoying itch, if one dared to take place again.
Laying still, the wanted criminal stayed quiet, thinking about the sudden scream she'd just heard that pulled her thoughts out of the gutter. Huh, that was a really wild scream. Tilting her head a bit she waited to hear something else. Jason was probably headed this way if he was staying true to their agreement of her getting to watch. Jane heard the hurried footsteps, heavy breathing and along came those blissful screams.
One... two... three.
All of sudden two girls came running through the trees, screaming bloody murder. They were headed directly for her, so without a second thought, she stuck out her legs and down came one, then came the second; she smacked right into the first. She recognized the one from before, but the other not so much. Shaking her head as they tried to scramble to their feet, their expressions vacant in the moonlight. So, she stuck out her foot again, resting her back against the tree. Her smirk forming a little, she found this too good to be true. Then, in came Jason. The machete ready for that wonderful action. His focus was on the two women on the ground, swiping from the right with his weapon of choice. Her eyes drinking in as they cried and screamed some more, blood spraying its way all around, the woman she'd recognized from before finally caught sight of her. She couldn't make out much but something surprised her.
"I know you! I know you! HELP! PLEASE, HELP ME! OH, GOD! NO!"
With that, she drew her last dying breath. Jane was a little unsure about this, the other girl had long been dead before this one, she must admit she enjoyed Jason's torture methods. Staring down at the dead woman who had helplessly called upon her for help, JJ didn't know what to think about anything that just happened. She knew her? How did she know her? She'd never seen that woman in her life. Tilting her head up to look at Jason, Jane gave a frown. Shrugging her shoulders slightly, she slowly started to make her way back up into a standing position, leaning against the tree after she was comfortable again. Jason was covered in blood, a look she was sure was common for him, couldn't disagree with that; it suited him well.
"Was that all of them?" She inquired, her eyes studying the hockey masked killer some more, not caring if he decided to answer her at all. Jane watched as she got a brief nod from Jason, smiling a little, the woman's gaze fell back onto her tied up hands. Her frown returned. Sighing softly to herself, the criminal turned to Jason with a curious look in her eyes. "I'm not a very good person, am I?" She wasn't expecting any sort of acknowledgement from the killer, but his stare that was glued on her made her feel a little better about everything that had just happened not that long ago. "Thanks." Jane smiled genuinely at her new friend. "Oh, yeah. My name's Jane, Jane Jacobs. My friends used to call me JJ, but... I guess that doesn't really matter in this situation, huh?" She giggled a bit, finding humor in the situation she was put in, her new friend wasn't exactly much of a talker, although she was perfectly fine with all that, she could be the same exact way. Without warning, Jason grabbed a hold of the ropes bounding Jane's hands, and with one quick motion he cut her free. Staring down at the uncut ropes at her feet, JJ looked up to Jason with joy. "I won't prove you wrong." She promised, having nothing but one thing on her mind, the other half of the agreement; she got to go through their things.
A/N: Again, I apologize for the wait. Hopefully, this chapter helped with some of those 'waiting issues', if you had any, that is. Anyhow, here's to wishing you enjoyed it. It's a little short... ah, well. Also, don't forget that I am testing these waters, first Friday the 13th fanfiction, so be patient. Any feedback is welcome! I'm going to try and not wait so long to write the next chapter, but I can't make promises, life happens. Thanks so much for the love for the story so far, I really appreciate it. Please, let me know what you think! Be seeing you next time!
